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at Tubbs, who, totally unconscious of what was taking place, marched on, holding his head erect.

      "Wish it was my class, I'd like to see it out," mused Tom. "But never mind, I guess I'll hear about it later," and he turned back to the campus, to wait for Sam. As he did this, a queer pain shot through his head and he murmured a suppressed groan.

      "If that keeps on I'll have to do as Sam says, go and see a doctor," he told himself. "Gosh, how queer I feel! Just as if I was getting batty!"

      "Hullo, Tom!" came the salute from nearby, and looking in that direction the fun-loving youth saw another student coming up rapidly. "Sam just told me you were going to take a walk and asked me to go along."

      "Yes, Songbird, we'll start as soon as Sam gets through with the lesson he's studying. How's the muse these days?"

      "Oh, I'm not writing much poetry now," answered John Powell, otherwise known as Songbird, because of his efforts at composing verses. "I've got too much to do studying."

      "Why don't you write a poem to the professors? Maybe they'd excuse you from recitations for it," and Tom smiled broadly.

      "I – er – I did write one little poem about the lessons," answered the would-be poet. "It went like this:

      "The student sat in his room in a chair

      With a look on his face of keen despair;

      Outside his chums were playing ball

      And oft to him they sent a call.

      He wanted to play with all his heart,

      But from his books he could not part."

      "Grand! Immense! You've struck the clothespin on the head the first clip!" cried Tom. "Any more of the same brand?"

      "Well – er – I started the second verse, but I didn't get it finished. It went like this:

      "He had a lesson hard to learn,

      It made his heart with anguish burn;

      He wanted to throw those books away

      And rush outside and run and play

      And so – and so – and so – "

      And so he kept on grinding there,

      Gnashing his teeth and pulling his hair,"

      finished Tom. "I know, for I've been there. Really, Songbird, that's a dandy poem. You ought to have it framed and hung up in the gym."

      "Do you really think so?" and the would-be poet looked pleased.

      "I do. It would hit every fellow in Brill. And I think – What can that fellow want?" added Tom suddenly, as a messenger boy from the town came running up to him.

      "Guess he's got a message for you," returned Songbird.

      "For me? I trust it's no bad news," said Tom.

      CHAPTER II

      SOMETHING ABOUT THE PAST

      "Is this Mr. Thomas Rover?" asked the messenger boy, as he came to a halt.

      "Yes, that's my handle," answered Tom. "What have you got for me, a check for a thousand dollars or a bill?"

      "Telegram," was the laconic answer, and the lad held it out. "Sign here," he added, bringing his receipt book into evidence. "It's paid fer."

      "All right, son." Tom signed the book, fished up a dime from his pocket and handed it to the lad, who took it with a broad grin.

      "T'anks, mister. Any answer?"

      "I'll see," said Tom, and tore open the envelope of the telegram. He perused the yellow sheet inside with interest.

      "It's from Dick!" he cried, to Songbird. "He's got to come to Casford on business and he says he will make the trip in the auto and bring Dora along. They'll be here to-morrow or the day after, and they'll stop at Hope Seminary too. Say, this is great! I must tell Sam!" went on Tom, his face brightening. "You can go," he told the messenger boy.

      "Here comes Sam now," announced Songbird. "He's got Stanley and Spud with him." And he pointed to one of the doors of the college building.

      To my old readers the Rover boys will need no introduction. For the benefit of others, allow me to state that the youths were three in number, Dick being the oldest, fun-loving Tom coming next, and sturdy little Sam being the youngest. When at "the old homestead," as they called it, they lived with their father, Anderson Rover, and their Uncle Randolph and Aunt Martha on a farm called Valley Brook, in New York State.

      As related in the first volume of this series, entitled, "The Rover Boys at School," the three lads had been sent to Putnam Hall Military Academy, a well-known institution of learning presided over by Captain Victor Putnam. There they had made many friends and also a few enemies.1

      The first term at school was followed by a trip on the ocean, and then another trip into the jungles of Africa. Then came a journey to the West, and jolly times on the Great Lakes and in the mountains. Next the boys returned to the Hall, to go in camp with their fellow cadets. After that they took a long journey over land and sea, being cast away on a lonely island of the Pacific.

      "Now I've had enough adventures to last a lifetime," said Dick, on returning home. But strenuous happenings to him and his brothers were not yet over. On a houseboat the Rover boys sailed down the Ohio and the Mississippi rivers, having many adventures by the way, and then found themselves on the Plains, where they solved the mystery of Red Rock ranch. Then they reached Southern Waters, and in the Gulf of Mexico discovered a deserted steam yacht, which they eventually turned over to its anxious owner.

      "Now for a good rest," said Sam, and the three lads returned to the home farm, where more adventures befell them. Next they returned to Putnam Hall, where all graduated with considerable honor.

      "College next," said Tom, and he made a wry face, for studying was not particularly in his line, although he could knuckle down as hard as anyone when it was necessary. But before they went to college the lads and their father, accompanied by some others, went off on a treasure hunt, locating what was known as the Stanhope fortune.

      Brill College was a fine institution of learning, located in the middle west, not far from the town of Ashton. With the Rovers went their old-time school chum, Songbird Powell, already introduced. At the same time William Philander Tubbs came there from Putnam Hall. He was a dudish fellow who thought more of his dress and his personal appearance than anything else, and was often made the butt of some practical joke.

      At Brill the Rovers soon made other friends, including Stanley Browne, a tall, gentlemanly youth, and Will Jackson, generally called Spud, because of his unusual fondness for potatoes. Spud was a great story teller and some of his yarns were certainly "the limit," to use Sam's way of expressing it.

      While at Putnam Hall the Rover boys had made the acquaintance of Dora Stanhope, who lived nearby with her widowed mother, and also Nellie and Grace Laning, Dora's two cousins. It was not long before Dick and Dora showed a great liking for each other, and at same time Tom commenced to "pair off" with Nellie and Sam was often seen in the company of Grace. Then came the time when the Rovers did a great service for Mrs. Stanhope, saving her from the rascality of Josiah Crabtree, a teacher at Putnam Hall who was trying to get possession of the money Mrs. Stanhope held in trust for Dora. Crabtree was exposed and then he lost no time in disappearing.

      Not far from Brill College was located another institution of learning, Hope Seminary, for girls. When the Rovers went to Brill, Dora and her two cousins went to Hope, so the young folks met as often as before.

      A short term at Brill was followed by an unexpected trip down East, where the lads again fell in with the rascally Crabtree. Then the youths returned home for a brief vacation and while there became the owners of a biplane and took several thrilling trips through the air, and, later on, by means of the same aircraft, managed to save Dora and Nellie from some rascals who had abducted them.

      About this time, Mr. Anderson Rover, who was not well, was having much trouble with some brokers, who were

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